Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Austria and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Todd Rundgren to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ossler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Connie Case,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Smoke,
Pierre Henry,
Oneida,
Todd Terry,
Roxy Music,
The Fire Engines,
The Fall,
Minnie Riperton,
Gong,
Rod Modell,
Public Enemy,
Lungfish,
Bang On A Can,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The American Breed,
Robert Hood,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Monks,
Warsaw,
The Five Americans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pagans,
A Certain Ratio,
MDC,
Cecil Taylor,
Livin' Joy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Trumans Water,
Alice Coltrane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Pop Group,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kool Moe Dee,
Model 500,
Marine Girls,
The Mummies,
Camberwell Now,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Selecter,
Bauhaus,
Anthony Braxton,
One Last Wish,
Ken Boothe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Vainqueur,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gun Club,
Arab on Radar,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.